Quick Transmigration: Days and Nights Targeted by Big Bosses

Lin Jianshen opened his mouth, but made no sound.

He thought that this person should be Wen Lian, the divine doctor of the savior.

Listening to the voice is too warm, but I don't know what it looks like.

Although the original owner was rescued by Wen Lian, the original owner was basically taken care of by the original owner's drug boy. When the original owner was able to see it, the Wen Lian Shenlong couldn't see the end, and he didn't know where he went.

"You can't speak for the time being, you have to wait for a while. As for your eyes, I will help you remove the gauze tomorrow, and you should be able to see them."

Lin Jianshen listened to the man's slow voice, and his heart slowly calmed down.

Wen Lian stood up and walked away, but did not leave the room.

Lin Jianshen can't move or see now, but his hearing is extremely sensitive.

He heard the sound of flipping a book, and the pages were turning at about the same frequency.

There was a knock on the door, but Wen Lian said without raising his head, "Come in."

"My lord, the porridge is ready, shall I feed that young hero now?" Yaotong asked Wen Lian with a smile.

"I'll do it." Wen Lian put down the book in his hand and said.

The smile on Yaotong's face froze, he was just asking questions as a matter of routine.

So what did he hear?

The young master wants to feed the other party's porridge in person?

"Is there a problem?" Wen Lian said as she stood up and took the porridge bowl from the tray in Yaoboy's hand.

Yaotong looked at his son's hand that was even more porcelain white than a bowl, then looked at the gentle smile on his face, and shook his head stiffly.

Wen Lian smiled, the smile was like a moonlight paving the floor, and Yaotong was stunned.

Yaotong stood there in a daze, and watched Wen Lian sit on the side of the bed, talking to Lin Jianshen in a voice soft enough to drip water.

"I'll feed you porridge."

Wen Lian looked down at Lin Jianshen, who was tied like a mummy, with warm eyes.

Lin Jianshen was hungry, and when the warm spoon was on his lips, he opened his mouth.The porridge is soft and delicious. Although the throat is hurt, swallowing it does not burden the throat too much.

Besides, Lin Jianshen's body is now paralyzed by drugs, so he can't feel any pain for the time being.

Yaotong watched Wen Lian's gentle movements from the side, without blinking his eyes.

Today, the son is a little strange.

It didn't take long for a bowl of porridge to bottom out. Wen Lian's hand landed on Lin Jianshen's abdomen and gently touched it, saying, "It seems that you can eat some more."

So Yaotong went to serve another bowl of porridge.He thought that the young master should not be in the mood to feed another bowl, but unexpectedly, the young master took the bowl naturally and began to repeat the previous actions.

Lin Jianshen finished the second bowl of porridge cooperatively, Wen Lian handed the empty bowl to the drug boy, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Lin Jianshen's mouth.

Wen Lian's movements were gentle and delicate, but when the handkerchief was brushed against her lips, charming thoughts flooded in, Lin Jianshen couldn't help but turned into a salted duck egg, yellow to oily.